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Ben
Allen
,
as
he
gazed
intently
on
the
coals
,
and
a
tone
of
melancholy
in
his
voice
,
as
he
said
,
after
a
long
silence
—
‘
Well
,
it
is
unlucky
she
should
have
taken
it
in
her
head
to
turn
sour
,
just
on
this
occasion
.
She
might
at
least
have
waited
till
to
-
morrow
.
’
‘
That
’
s
her
malevolence
—
that
’
s
her
malevolence
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
vehemently
.
‘
She
says
that
if
I
can
afford
to
give
a
party
I
ought
to
be
able
to
pay
her
confounded
"
little
bill
.
"
’
‘
How
long
has
it
been
running
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
.
A
bill
,
by
the
bye
,
is
the
most
extraordinary
locomotive
engine
that
the
genius
of
man
ever
produced
.
It
would
keep
on
running
during
the
longest
lifetime
,
without
ever
once
stopping
of
its
own
accord
.
‘
Only
a
quarter
,
and
a
month
or
so
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
.
Ben
Allen
coughed
hopelessly
,
and
directed
a
searching
look
between
the
two
top
bars
of
the
stove
.
‘
It
’
ll
be
a
deuced
unpleasant
thing
if
she
takes
it
into
her
head
to
let
out
,
when
those
fellows
are
here
,
won
’
t
it
?
’
said
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
at
length
.
‘
Horrible
,
’
replied
Bob
Sawyer
,
‘
horrible
.
’
A
low
tap
was
heard
at
the
room
door
.
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
looked
expressively
at
his
friend
,
and
bade
the
tapper
come
in
;
whereupon
a
dirty
,
slipshod
girl
in
black
cotton
stockings
,
who
might
have
passed
for
the
neglected
daughter
of
a
superannuated
dustman
in
very
reduced
circumstances
,
thrust
in
her
head
,
and
said
—
‘
Please
,
Mister
Sawyer
,
Missis
Raddle
wants
to
speak
to
you
.
’
Before
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
could
return
any
answer
,
the
girl
suddenly
disappeared
with
a
jerk
,
as
if
somebody
had
given
her
a
violent
pull
behind
;
this
mysterious
exit
was
no
sooner
accomplished
,
than
there
was
another
tap
at
the
door
—
a
smart
,
pointed
tap
,
which
seemed
to
say
,
‘
Here
I
am
,
and
in
I
’
m
coming
.
’
Mr
,
Bob
Sawyer
glanced
at
his
friend
with
a
look
of
abject
apprehension
,
and
once
more
cried
,
‘
Come
in
.
’
